131: Chapter 131 The Mysterious "Awakening" of the Son of the Richest Man in Donghai

The night in Donghai City was drowning under a downpour that threatened to submerge the entire city.

Thunder rumbled across the horizon, and purple serpents of lightning tore the sky in half.

Located halfway up the mountain, the Su Family villa district stood like an isolated island amidst the torrential rain.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, on a custom-made soft bed worth a million, Su Yang, the only son of the richest man in Donghai City, clutched his chest, his face deathly pale.

He convulsed all over, his throat emitting a rattling sound like a broken bellows, his pupils contracting violently.

Three seconds later.

Su Yang's arm fell limply, and his heartbeat ceased.

But in that very instant, a blood-red light, invisible to the naked eye, followed a bolt of lightning through the window and drilled straight into the body that had not yet cooled.

"Cough—!"

Su Yang, who had already stopped breathing, suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer filled with the turbidity of one hollowed out by wine and lust, but were instantly filled with a thick, blood-red hue.

He sat up, looked down at his fair and somewhat bloated palms, and the corners of his mouth curled up bit by bit until he revealed a bone-chilling, maniacal laugh.

"One thousand years!"

"I, the Old Ancestor of the Blood River, have finally crawled out of that damned Seal!"

He stretched his neck, his cervical vertebrae making a cracking sound.

"Tsk, this Physical Body is truly trash."

The Old Ancestor of the Blood River pinched the soft flesh on his arm with disdain.

"It's full of the scent of makeup and alcohol, and the Meridians are blocked like a piece of waste."

"However, the advantage is that the family is wealthy; if I use that thing called 'Money Power' to exchange for resources, it won't be difficult to Cultivate the Blood River Great Method again."

Just then, the bedroom door was knocked on urgently.

"Yangyang? Yangyang, are you okay?" came the anxious voice of a middle-aged woman from outside.

"The thunder was too loud just now; Mom was afraid you'd be scared, so I made you some calming soup."

Then came a man's steady but concerned voice: "Open the door and let your mother see you."

These were Su Yang's parents, Su Dingguo, the richest man in Donghai City, and his wife.

Hearing this voice, the "Su Yang" inside the room felt the red light in his eyes not fade, but instead flash with extreme annoyance and coldness.

"The chatter of a Mortal."

He stood up, walked to the door, and placed his hand on the handle.

Since he had borrowed a corpse to return to life, he had to sever his earthly ties.

When one follows the Demonic Path, the most taboo thing is the entanglement of Karma.

If these two Mortals did not die, the obsession within this body would not dissipate, which would greatly affect the speed of his Cultivation.

Click.

The door opened.

Mrs. Su was holding a steaming bowl of soup, her face full of motherly love: "Yangyang, drink it while it's hot..."

Her smile froze on her face.

Because a hand had already clamped tightly around her neck.

There was no nonsense, no hesitation.

Crack!

A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out.

Mrs. Su's head hung down at a bizarre angle, and the soup bowl in her hand fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Su Dingguo, who was standing behind her, widened his eyes.

Before he could even let out a cry of surprise, that hand reached out like an iron pincer and crushed his larynx.

"Ugh..."

This tycoon, who had dominated the Donghai business world for decades, grabbed his son's wrist with both hands, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair.

He did not understand why his son, who was usually mischievous but obedient, would suddenly turn into a life-taking demon.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth."

"Su Yang" released his hand expressionlessly, letting the two corpses fall softly to the ground.

"Since you gave birth to this Physical Body of mine, then sacrifice it for my Dao."

"This is what you Mortals call an honor."

He stepped over his parents' corpses, walked to the staircase, and casually cast a faint trace of Evil Qi.

The two bodies were pushed by an invisible hand, rolling down the stairs, presenting a tragic scene of an accidental fall.

Afterwards, he walked into the kitchen, twisted the valve of the gas pipe, and then flicked his finger.

That trace of Evil Qi turned into a weak flame, lurking in the air.

As soon as the concentration was right, this place would become a perfect accident.

After doing all this, he adjusted the collar of his pajamas and revealed an evil, charming smile in the mirror.

"From today on, there is no more Su Yang in this world, only the Old Ancestor of the Blood River."

The next day, Donghai City exploded.

The headlines of all major news media were occupied by the Su Family: "Tragedy! The richest couple in Donghai City died accidentally from gas poisoning!" "A hundred-billion-dollar fortune inherited by the only son, Su Yang!" "A wealthy family changes overnight, Su Group stock price fluctuates!"

The funeral was held on the third day.

Celebrities from all over the city arrived in black to pay their respects.

The atmosphere was heavy and solemn, with professional sorrow hanging on everyone's face.

The only exception was Su Yang, who was at the family thank-you table.

He was wearing a well-tailored haute couture black suit and did not shed a single tear.

Even when someone came up to comfort him, he not only showed no grief, but instead stared at the carotid artery on the other person's neck with great interest, as if he were looking at a plate of fine sashimi.

"Is Young Master Su suffering from excessive trauma and having a mental breakdown?"

"Definitely. Both parents died overnight; no one could handle that."

The guests whispered, their eyes full of sympathy as they looked at him.

But "Su Yang" didn't care about the opinions of these ants at all.

As soon as the funeral ended, he didn't even go to the company, but got straight into that limited-edition Bugatti Veyron and slammed on the gas, roaring all the way to the largest underground black-market boxing arena in Donghai City.

He needed to vent now.

This body was too weak, so weak that it disgusted him.

Only slaughter and blood could slightly awaken a bit of his combat instinct.

The underground boxing arena was bustling with noise.

On the ring, a Thai boxing champion with muscles like an iron tower was roaring, with a challenger who had already lost consciousness lying at his feet.

"Who else?!"

The boxing champion tore at his clothes, arrogantly raising his middle finger to the audience below.

"I'll come."

A cold voice sounded.

The whole arena went quiet for a moment, then burst into uproarious laughter.

Because the one walking onto the stage was the young master of the Su Family, dressed in a suit and looking like a weakling.

"Young Master Su, this isn't a nightclub, don't mess around!"

"Get down quickly, this boxing champion can punch the sh*t out of you!"

"Su Yang" stood in the center of the ring, one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand slowly unbuttoning his suit jacket.

He looked at the boxing champion jumping around like an ape opposite him, his eyes full of contempt.

"Too weak."

"The people of this era cannot even take one finger of mine."

The boxing champion was enraged, roared, and charged like a tank, a heavy punch aimed straight at Su Yang's face.

Just as the fist's wind was about to touch the tip of his nose.

Su Yang moved.

No one even saw how he struck.

Only a muffled "bang" was heard.

The two-hundred-plus-pound boxing champion was like a cannonball, flying backward more than ten meters, smashing through the railing by the ring, and embedding himself into the concrete wall, his chest caved in, and his life or death unknown on the spot.

The whole arena fell into dead silence.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, like ducks held by their necks.

Su Yang patted the non-existent dust on his suit, scanned the audience, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc: "Who else wants to die? Come at me together."

Yanjing, Bureau of Anomalous Affairs.

Gu Changan had just returned from the Great Northwest, and his seat hadn't even warmed up yet.

Chen Xiaobei rushed into the office, clutching a tablet, in a great hurry.

"Boss! Something big happened in Donghai!"

"What is it? Didn't that Empress Su Hongyi already go in to serve time? Has someone else had an Awakening?"

Gu Changan picked up his thermos and took a sip.

"It's weirder than that."

Chen Xiaobei put the tablet on the desk and clicked on a video.

"This is Su Yang, the son of the richest man in Donghai, just last night at the underground boxing match."

Gu Changan watched the young man in the suit in the video, who killed the boxing champion in seconds with one hand, and frowned slightly.

"This movement... it doesn't look like he's practiced; it looks more like the instinct of someone used to killing."

"The key is this."

Chen Xiaobei pulled up a data report.

"This is the energy fluctuation we collected at the scene. At the very moment he struck, although it was very weak, the System captured high-frequency negative emotional energy, similar to... Evil Qi."

"Also, three days ago, his parents died accidentally in the villa, and the official determination was gas poisoning."

"But we retrieved the environmental monitoring data from the surrounding area, and during that time, the magnetic field in that area was as chaotic as a pot of porridge."

Gu Changan put down his teacup and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk.

"A playboy, his parents died overnight, not only is he not sad, but his personality has changed drastically, his combat power is off the charts, and his style of acting has become cold and cruel."

Gu Changan sneered, a flash of sharpness in his eyes as if he saw through everything.

"I know this script too well."

"Either it's a Rebirth, or it's a Possession."

"System," he murmured in his heart.

[Ding! Detected abnormal Soul fluctuations in Donghai City. Target: Su Yang.]

[Determined that a remnant Soul of a thousand-year-old demon exists within the target, belonging to a forced Possession.]

Gu Changan stood up, took his peaked cap from the coat rack, and placed it squarely on his head.

"Xiaobei, notify Old Wang from the Forensic Department. Bring that newly imported bio-electric detection equipment, as well as the full set of autopsy tools."

Chen Xiaobei was stunned: "Boss, are we going to investigate a case or perform an autopsy? Isn't Su Yang still alive and well?"

Gu Changan adjusted his tie, his tone as calm as if he were discussing today's weather: "What case? This is a serious criminal offense."

"A thousand-year-old ghost, without a temporary residence permit, without the person's consent, forcibly occupying another person's Physical Body, and also murdering the original owner's immediate family."

Gu Changan walked out with long strides, his trench coat stirring up a cold wind.

"This isn't called Possession."

"This is called illegal full-body organ transplantation, plus intentional homicide."